Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
10cc,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.